Chapter 171: On the Eve of the Move, the Lurking Hunter

June 12th.

This was a day of immense historical significance in the history of human medicine.

10:00 AM.

Song Mo, Chairman of Huachuang Pharmaceutical Group, held a press conference at the headquarters of the Huachuang office building and presented his latest research findings.

Kang'anyao.

The name alone was enough to set the outside world churning.

Enough to shock the entire world.

Song Mo disclosed part of the research results for Kang'anyao, enough to confirm that this was an epoch-making medical invention—though whether it truly possessed the powerful effects described in Song Mo's research report,

remained open to debate.

Unless Song Mo was willing to share Kang'anyao with the entire world.

But clearly, it wasn't that it couldn't be done.

The timing just wasn't ripe yet.

Any technology is only willingly shared in bits and pieces of its research findings when one is far ahead of everyone else.

Let alone a research result of such strategic significance?

Before the press, Song Mo remained calm and composed, delivering a final summary for the conference.

"The mission of our Huachuang Pharmaceutical Group is to let the public spend less to obtain better medical care."

"The current trials of Kang'anyao are complete; it will be available for sale in the coming days."

"The price will absolutely not make you sigh in despair."

"Please stay tuned for that."

After speaking, Song Mo left directly.

The media kept snapping photos of every expression and movement of Song Mo; they could all predict that the news about Huachuang Pharmaceutical Group's invention of Kang'anyao would soon sweep across the entire internet.

And Song Mo would become the focal point online.

Countless media outlets would track and report on everything Song Mo did.

And countless marketing accounts would attract viewers by editing videos of Song Mo or recounting his deeds, gaining traffic in the process.

……

Every major self-media platform was directly overwhelmed by the trending search term "Song Mo Press Conference."

The comment sections were completely overrun!

"Holy crap! Real or fake?! That's cancer we're talking about! Isn't cancer an incurable disease? Aren't late-stage cancers impossible to cure?"

"Is his Kang'anyao even reliable? Why do I get the feeling this is fake news?"

"Impossible! This press conference was broadcast and reposted by all the major media—even CCTV reposted Song Mo's press conference video!"

"Wait! Let me check!"

"Found it! Song Mo's research results were recognized long ago by the national professional appraisal agency! He applied for the patent ages ago!"

"No, what I can't wrap my head around is—doesn't he play the Piano? How did he suddenly transform into a scientist!"

"Damn it, you ask me, who am I supposed to ask!"

"Song Mo is awesome, this time he really made us Chinese proud! Go check the foreign internet, they're going crazy over Song Mo!"

In fact, abroad, the sensation Song Mo caused was even greater than at home.

The most emotionally stirred groups fell into two categories.

The first was foreign experts engaged in cancer research, who had studied for decades—some with predecessors who had studied for over a century.

None of them had found a way to suppress cancer without harming the body.

But Song Mo, a mere citizen of Huaguo—on what grounds?

They had stood on the shoulders of giants, yet still couldn't compare to Song Mo, a man whose research environment and academic lineage were both inferior to theirs?

For a moment, the truth was more than they could accept.

The second group was those patients suffering from cancer.

They had thought the world had plunged into gray, but never imagined that beneath the endless abyss, there would still be an angel to redeem them.

Suddenly, the hope bursting forth from despair transformed into devout faith.

Song Mo was practically the god who saved them!

And among them, those tycoons worth hundreds of billions or even trillions were even more ecstatic upon hearing the news.

After employing every means to seize the bulk of wealth with a domineering posture, these tycoons were preparing for a life of imperial indulgence ahead.

But they suddenly discovered their bodies simply couldn't sustain them in enjoying it.

Common illnesses could be monitored and handled by professional medical teams, but cancer hung over their heads like a sword.

Possessing abundant material conditions, yet with so little time left to enjoy them—this was undeniably a tragic thing.

Their previous snarling, ferocious, reckless hoarding of wealth now looked like the antics of a clown, stripped of all meaning.

Yet now, Song Mo's officially announced research results had given them the chance to keep on indulging.

Whether Song Mo wanted it or not.

A creative, epoch-making scientific achievement ultimately benefits all humanity; it cannot distinguish good from bad, selectively blessing one group over another.

……

From the moment Kang'anyao was confirmed, the crisis facing Huachuang Group was resolved at once.

Because no one would believe that a Huachuang Pharmaceutical Group capable of developing Kang'anyao would use expired medicinal materials to cut costs.

Nor would anyone believe that the drugs produced by Huachuang Pharmaceutical Group were not only ineffective, but even harmful.

All the rumors collapsed on their own.

Yet during this period, Song Mo never issued any public-relations response, never offered any rebuttal to the online smears.

Times have changed; the previous attacks on Huachuang were made out of a guilty conscience, which is why they dared not respond to the smears and only invited ridicule.

In the eyes of outsiders, Huachuang simply had enough pride and confidence to look down upon the enemy's smears and slanders.

Facts proved that Huachuang indeed had the capital to be contemptuous.

In a very short time, Huachuang's market value ballooned by who knows how many times, and Song Mo's personal fortune skyrocketed geometrically!

Nowadays, no one dares stand in Huachuang's way anymore.

Public opinion won't allow it, the masses won't allow it, even those selfish, capital-wielding titans won't allow it.

……

After finishing the Kang'anyao press conference, Song Mo returned home, preparing to pack up and move out.

Compared to the swirling storms and rising winds seen by outsiders or Huachuang's employees,

Song Mo did not feel much of anything.

The previous blockade by the pharmaceutical giants was, in Song Mo's eyes, nothing more than child's play.

From beginning to end, there was never any problem with the capital chain, and Huachuang's core technology possessed absolute competitiveness.

Holding these two fundamental points, he had already secured an invincible position; as for the raging smears online, they were merely the impotent fury of the incapable.

After the gale swept through, fallen leaves were swept away like a broom, crushing everything in its path.

Thus, having just finished the press conference, Song Mo went home to prepare for the move.

Xia Yu and Xia Rou felt too embarrassed to come help him move, always feeling as if they had been the ones to urge Song Mo into leaving.

Looking around, there really wasn't anything worth taking.

The new home had everything.

Song Mo looked around, decided that packing just his clothes to take along would be enough.

Just as he was thinking this, quiet footsteps sounded from behind.

Like a hunter long in ambush……

(End of this chapter)